Mr. Snausage

We went to my mom's house to watch the Super Bowl and eat food. I got to visit with Andy, the Jason Replacement. I've decided I'll call him Mr. Snausage. He doesn't get snausages as treats as he's still a puppy.

Andy didn't spent too much time with me. He is very much attached to his new parents. He came over and licked me a few times. He is very interested in people food!

He hasn't met Mr. Doo or Mr. B yet. We all figure Mr. Doo is not going to like Andy. No need to give Andy a nervous complex the rest of his life.

As much as my mom thinks she is training Andy, the truth is, she is being trained by him. He won't eat unless my stepdad hand feeds him, and he even has to bring a glass of water to the couch so that Andy will drink from it.

If either my mom or stepdad leave the couch and Andy is left to his own devices, he immediately goes to the end tables and tries to get at their knitting. He knows he isn't supposed to do that but he does it in protest for being left behind. He lays upon my stepdad's chest and sleeps for hours.

When food was brought in Andy wanted his share, but was denied. He then started making that sad puppy whine. It was cute.

Andy is quite the character. When I brought out my camera to take some pictures of him at first he was suspicious of me, but then once he got the idea I was photographing him, he started to pose for me!